Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.